Tranquility

tranquility   

this moment, pleasure and pain

taste the same  

Slices of Life -II

seeing their dreams

through my eyes ~

expanding horizons

emerald dreams ~

a harvest song 
sifting through

In the remote villages of Chattisgarh, studying the lives and livelihood of farmers and the rural community....A refreshing experience.....And for once my own pictures.

The River - A Myth?

The source, identity and the fate of the sacred river Saraswati, Sindhu and perhaps several others, which flowed from the mountains to the oceans–.... Some recent research says River Saraswati is a myth...Could it be?

does the mountains

or the oceans know

the truth of the vanishing rivers ~

the rumble of their waters

in the silence of this moment “ The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” ~  Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

Read more: http://www.stephen-knapp.com/recent_research_on_the_sarasvati_river.htm

http://www.gsbkerala.com/saraswati.htm

Photo courtesy: A dry river near Darcha in India. Ankit Solanki, Flickr Creative Commons  as per original copyright at:

http://newswatch.nationalgeographic.com/2012/03/14/are-we-running-out-of-water/

Blue Moon

steel grey sky

the second full moon

not all that blue

blue moon

the deep blue sky sheds

its veil of sadness

Photo courtesy: as per original copyright at:

http://nature.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/857371/

Ariyan Path

almost full

this Onam’s opal moon  

memories zeroing in on the

sounds of laughter

from an Onam long past

after the downpour

everything so refreshed

this night quiet shines

the moon upon the tender flowers

and the Path

Also, wish you a Happy Onam!

Photo courtesy: BenSpark as per original copyright at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/abennett96/3888867102/

august scenes

seeds floating in the wind,

the opalescent sky

slowly gaining grey 

way to work ~

the heron perched on a stump

over the mossy pond

silvery dusk

as stars begin to emerge

silence spreads within

~ Whenever I have found myself stuck in the ways I relate to things, I return to nature. It is my principal teacher, and I try to open my whole being to what it has to say. ~   Wynn Bullock

Photo courtesy: manaskap as per original copyright at:

http://manaskap.deviantart.com/art/Grey-Sky-114977127

Slices of Life - I

Back to the routine of a full-time job... the old roads, the buses, the buildings, the people...the morning rush, the evening hustle - life screams from all sides. It requires you to break the shells of safety and comfort that you build around yourself. Then it goes about its way...Life does seem to have its own way, images flip and flap before one makes any true sense of it ~ 

These ‘in the moment’ scribbles/haiku that may connect to the larger plots of the stories one may tell, or may not:

empty bus ~

out of the blue the conductor

hums an old song

summer breeze~

the heady scent of perfume

as they pass

walking alone ~

sharing the loneliness

of the road

~As firmly cemented clam-shells
Fall apart in autumn,
So I must take to the road again,
Farewell, my friends.

~ Matsuo Basho

Photo courtesy: as per original copyright at:

http://chestofbooks.com/gardening-horticulture/Trees-Shrubs-Vines-Herbaceous-Perennials/images/Roadside-Vine-Effects.jpg